“Fix this, Miles,” she said and ran back upstairs.

Seconds later, I felt his hands on my shoulders. “Forgive me. I’ve spent the last few days roaming around Italy, trying to mend a very foolish, broken heart and drinking away my self-pity.”

I took a deep breath and slowly turned around to face him. “How can you say you have a broken heart and then call me a liar?”

He put his hands back on my shoulders and leaned down to look into my eyes. “I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I just assumed that was the reason you never answered me.”

“Do you still think I am engaged even though I’ve told you repeatedly that I’m not?”

He shook his head.

“What made you change your mind?”

“I guess Lily smacking me, jarred my brain back into gear.” He squeezed my shoulders. “Forgive me?”

I folded my arms. “I wouldn’t lie to you, Mylos, and I’m not an…imbrogliona—a cheater.”

“I’m an idiot. One who’s begging you to forgive me.”

His warm brown eyes were pleading as much as his words.

“On one condition.”

“Name it.”

“Kiss me.”

Mylos took a step forward, put his hand on the back of my neck, and captured my mouth with his.

Oh, how I’d longed to know how it would feel to be kissed by him. His soft lips became hard. His tongue circled mine, and we devoured each other’s mouths.

“Pia,” he groaned, weaving his fingers in my hair before taking my mouth again. I put my hands on his chest, dug my fingers into the chiseled muscles, and let my body melt into his.

“Wait.” Somehow, I found the strength to pull away from him. Instead of letting me, he jerked my body into his and brought his lips back to my mouth.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?” he asked before capturing my tongue with his. He held my face with his hand and pressed harder. “I don’t want to stop, Pia.”

“Get a room,” we both heard Lily say as she laughed and walked out the front door. Before she closed it, she stuck her head back in. “In fact, there’s one right at the top of the stairs. Have fun, kids.”

The door closed behind her, but her interruption had been enough to make both of us lean back.

Mylos ran his hand through his hair and took a deep breath. “Tell me again why you’re here.”

My mind was reeling with want. Why had I come to England? “I wanted to see you again, Mylos.”

“Come with me,” he said, pulling me to the front door. “I can’t be alone with you and not touch you.” He held my hand and led me outside. “I’m starving. Have you eaten?”

It took a minute for his words to register. Had I? I couldn’t remember. I shook my head. “No. I don’t think so.”

He laughed and leaned down to kiss me. It was a quick brush of his lips on mine, and then he kept walking.

“You’re taller,” I murmured, realizing that my head no longer reached his shoulder.

“Yeah? Well, you’re just as sexy as you’ve always been.” He nuzzled my neck, and my knees went weak.

“Mylos,” I groaned.

“Right. Food.”

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